I’ve been re-watching Mad Men in preparation for the final season. Yes, I am one of those people that does that and loves it, even if I know what’s going to happen.

I just finished the penultimate episode where Don and Peggy dance to Frank Sinatra’s “My Way.” It’s amazing how different scenes, whether it be on TV, in movies or books, can impact you depending on what is going on in your own life. Right before Don and Peggy dance, they sit there having a heartfelt vulnerable moment. These are two people who are generally very closed off and who up until this point in the season have been anything but friends. Peggy is struggling to come up with a new idea for a commercial mainly because all research shows it should be geared towards mothers, and as the token woman copy writer she’s always been assigned to be the voice of the mother. Her problem is that she doesn’t know what that is like. She breaks down about the fact that she just turned 30 and that all she could think about when she was interviewing mothers across the country was why she didn’t have what they had. Right on cue “My Way” starts playing on the radio and Don alludes to the fact that Peggy has done things her way. He stands up, reaches out for her hand and they dance. It’s a perfect scene.

I loved it the first time I watched, but tonight I felt like it was speaking to me. Not so much because of the obvious mother talk…that part of the scene still felt the same to me as it did back in May. It was more because of the acknowledgment of Peggy choosing to do things her way, which is not a lesser path than others have taken. I know what I’m choosing is not the conventional way, but it’s my way. And I know it’s the right choice for me.